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So may'st thou live till like ripe fruit thou a. GRAY-Ode on Elon College. St. 9.
Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease When he is forsaken,
Gatherd, not harshly pluck'd, for death Withered and shaken,
mature. What can an old man do but die?
m. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. b. HOOD- Ballad.
Line 535. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage,
Sc Life's year begins and closes ; Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
Days, though short'ning, still can shine ; And bids afflicted worth retire to peace. What though youth gave love and roses, c. SAM'L JOHNSON -- Vanity of Human
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
n. MOORE-Spring and Autumn.
0. PETRARCH — To Laura in Death. The sky is filled with stars, invisible by
Sonnet LXXXII. day, d. LONGFELLOW— Morituri Salutamus.
Why will you break the Sabbath of my days? Line 284.
Now sick alike of Envy and of Praise.
p. POPE-First Book of Horace. Ep. I. And the bright faces of my young compan
ions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
Through the sequester'd vale of rural life, e. LONGFELLOW – Spanish Student.
The venerable patriarch guileless held
Act III. Sc. 3. The tenor of his way. How far the gulf-stream of our youth may
9. PORTEUS-- Death. Line 109. flow
What makes old age so sad is, not that our Into ihe arctic regions of our lives,
joys, but that our hopes cease. Where little else than life itself survives.
r. RICHTER. LONGFELLOW- Morituri Salutamus.
Line 250. O, roses for the flush of youth, The course of my long life hath reached at
And laurel for the perfect prime; last,
But pluck an ivy branch for me In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
Grown old before my time. The common harbor, where must rendered
s. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Song. St. 1. be,
On his bold visage middle age Account of all the actions of the past.
Had slightly press'd its signet sage. g. LONGFELLOW -- Old Age.
t. SCOTT-- Lady of the Lake. Canto I. The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more
Pt. XXI. dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.
Thus pleasures fade away ; h. LONGFELLOW-- Canzone.
Youth, talents, beauty thus decay,
And leave us dark, forlorn, and gray ; Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of
U SCOTT- Marinion. Introduction to it, old age is still old age.
Canto II. St. 2. i. LONGFELLOW— Morituri Salutamus.
old friends are best. King James us'd to
call for his old shoes, they were easiest for Age is not all decay ; it is the ripening, the his feet. swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers
V. SELDEN- Table Talk. Friends. and bursts the husk. j. GEORGE MacDONALD— The Marquis of And his big manly voice,
Lossie. Ch. XL. Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
w. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. I sit in my clarkness and tears.
An old man is twice a child. k. GERALD MASSEY-A Wail.
x. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2.
The ages roll Forward ; and forward with them, draw my
As you are old and reverend, should be wise.
y. King Lear. Act I, Sc. 4. soul Into time's infinite sea.
At your age, And to be glad, or sad, I care no more : | The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, But to have done, and to have been, before And waits upon the judgment. I cease to do and be.
2. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. 1. OWEN MEREDITH - The Wanderer.
Bk. IV. | Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven. A Confession and Apology. St. 9. aa. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 4.
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Though now this grained face of mine be The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
hid Steals ere we can effect them.
In sap-consuming winter's drizzle show, a. All's Well that Ends Well. Act V. And all tho conduits of my blood froze up,
Sc. 3. Yet hath my night of life some memory. Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
n. Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. But not a sceptre to control the world.
What should we speak of b. Titus Andronicus. Act 1. Sc. 2.
When we are old as you ? When we shall hear His silver hairs
The rain and wind beat dark December. Will purchase us a good opinion,
0. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
When the age is in, the wit is out. 6. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1.
p. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Sc. 5. d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2.
You are old ; Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and | Nature in you stands on the very verge years,
Of her contine.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, e Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. !
As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
r. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf :
Every man desires to live long; but no And that which should accompany old age,
man would be old. As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
S. SWIFT— Thoughts on Various Subjects, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead,
Moral and Diverting. Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Age, too, shines out, and garrulous reWhich the poor heart would fain deny, and
counts the feats of youth, dare not.
t. THOMSON— The Seasons. Autumn. f. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3.
Line 1229. O father Abbot, | O good gray head which all men knew, An old man, broken with the storms of State, u. TENNYSON- On the Death of the Duke Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
of Wellington, St. 4. Give him a little earth for charity. 9. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.
A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
v. WORDSWORTH - The Fountain. Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old, But an old age serene and bright, Make it your cause.
And lovely as a Lapland night, h. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4.
Shall lead thee to thy grave. Pray, do not mock me :
W. WORDSWORTH -- To a Young Lady. I am a very foolish fond old man,
Thus fares it still in our decay,
Mourns less for what age takes away l. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7.
Than what it leaves behind. Some smack of age in you, some relish of
X. WORDSWORTH — The Fountain. St. 9. the saltness of time.
Shall we-shall aged men, like aged trees, j King Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs,
Still more enamour'd of their wretched soil ? but competency lives longer.
L y. Young- Night Thoughts. Night IV. k. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2.
Line 111. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,
AGONY. _Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know,
Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Full in the sight of Paradise, 1. Sonnet LXXII.
Beholding heaven and feeling hell.
2. MOORE- Lalla Rookch. Fire Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ;
Worshippers. Line 1028. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ;
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
ad. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. The means of weakness and debility;
Many flowering islands lie Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
In the waters of wide Agony. Frosty, but kindly.
06. SHELLEY— Lines written among the in As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3
Enganean Hills. Line 66.
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope, and love;
| To build a new life on a ruined life.
0. LONGFELLOW— Masque of Pandora. sun. ROBERT BROWNING—Paracelus.
Pt. VIII. In the Garden. My hour at last is come;
Ambition has no rest. Yet not ingloriously or passively
p. BULWER-LYTTON-Richelieu. Act III. I die, but first will do some valiant deed,
Sc. 1. Of which mankind shall hear in after time. b. BRYANT's Homer's Niad. Bk. XXII.
The man who seeks one thing in life, and but Line 375.
May hope to achieve it before life be done; No man is born without ambitious worldly But he who seeks all things, wherever he desires.
goes, c. CARLYLE- Essays. Schiller.
Only reaps from the hopes which around
him he sows. Thy danger chiefly lies in acting well;
A harvest of barren regrets. No crime's so great as daring to excel.
q. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. I. d. CHURCHILL- Epistle to Hogarth.
Canto II. St. 10. Line 51. The noblest spirit is most strongly at
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. tracted by the love of glory.
r. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. I. e. CICERO.
Line 263. I had a soul above buttons.
But what will not ambition and revenge f. GEORGE COLEMAN, JR. - Sylvester
Descend to? who aspires must down as low Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old
As high he soar'd ; obnoxious first or last Market. Sc. 1.
To basest things.
MILTON - Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Wit, seeking truth, from cause to cause as
Line 168. cends,
Here may we reign secure, and in my choice And never rests till it the first attain;
To reign" is worth ambition, though in hell. Will, seeking good, finds many middle ends;
t. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I. But never stays till it the last do gain.
Line 261. g. SIR JOHN DAVIES -- The Immortality of
the Soul. If at great things thou would'st arrive,
Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure Wild ambition loves to slide, not stand,
heap, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. Not difficult, if thou hearken to me; h. DRYDEN--- Absalom and Achitophel. Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand,
Pt. I. Line 190. They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain,
While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want. The lover of letters loves power too.
U. MILTON- Paradise Regained. Bk. II. i. EMERSON- Clubs.
Line 426. All may have,
Such joy ambition finds. If they dare try, a glorious life or grave.
v. Milton-Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. j. HERBERT- The Temple. The
Line 92. Church-Porch.
Onward, onward may we press My name is Norval ; on the Grampian hills Through the path of duty ; My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Virtue is true happiness, Whose constant cares were to increase his
Excellence true beauty ; store,
Minds are of supernal birth, And keep his only son, myself, at home. Let us make a heaven of earth. k. John HOME- Douglas. Act II. Sc. 1. w. JAMES MONTGOMERY-Aspirations of
Youth. St. 3. Studious to please, yet not asham'd to fail.
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious l. Sam'L JOHNSON- Prologue to the
and free, Tragedy of Irene,
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the I see, but cannot reach, the height
sea. That lies forever in the light.
2. Moore- Remember Thee. m. LONGFELLOW - Christus. The Golden
From servants hasting to be gods.
y. POLLOK -- Course of Time. Bk. II.
Just and Unjust Rulers. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambi- | But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, tions.
And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost! 1. LONGFELLOW-Drift-Wood.
2. POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. Table-Talk.
Men wonld be angels, angels would be
gods. a 'Pope - Essay on Man. Ep. I.
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou
3. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act. V. Sc. 4.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise,
skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil sur
veys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise. b. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. IV.
Who knows but he, whose hand the light
ning forms, Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the
storms; Pours fierce Ambition in a Cæsar's mind. c. Pope-Essay on Man. Ep. I.
Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desire to attain to what thou art not; for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest. de QUARLES-Emblems. Bk. IV.
A threefold measure dwells in Space-
To the Perfect wouldst thou go ;
Canto I. St. 27. Ambition's debt is paid. 4. Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 1.
It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me. k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act. I.
Sc. 1. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambi
tion, By that, sin, fell the angels ; how can man
then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that
The noble Brutus
m. Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 2. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire
to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women
have. n. llenry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2. The very substance of the ambitious is merely
the shadow of a dream.
'Tis a common proof,
p. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition.
9. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. How many a rustic Milton has pass'd by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail !
r. SHELLEY - Queen Jub. Pt. V. St. I. I was born to other things.
S. TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. CXIX. How like a mounting devil in the heart, Rules the unreined ambition.
to WILLIS--- Parrhasius. | Mad ambition trumpeteth to all. u. WILLIS -- From a Poem delivered at
Yale Colleye in 1827.
I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; If yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor Tam the most offending soul alive. A. Henry V. Act. IV. Sec. 3.
I have no spur prick the sides of my intent, but only allting ambition ; which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other
Macbeth. Act. I. Sc. 7.
Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose
In this dim world of clouding cares, The spirit, and forget yourself in thought ; We rarely know, till 'wildered eyes Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,
See white wings lessening up the skies, And, in the very fetters of your flesh,
The Angels with us unawares." Mating with the pure essences of heaven ! k. GERALD MASSEY- The Ballad of Babe Press on !-“for in the grave there is no work
Cristabel. And no device.”—Press on! while yet you
As far as Angel's ken.
l. Molton-Paradise Lost, Bk. 1.
Line 59. Ambition has but one reward for all :
God will deign
To visit oft the dwellings of just men A little power, a little transient fame,
Delighted, and with frequent intercourse A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
Thither will send his winged messengers b. WILLIAM WINTER-- The Queen's
On errands of supernal grace.
m. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Talents angel-bright,
Line 569. If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults
Sweetly did they float upon the wings Illustrious, and give infamy renown.
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, c. YOUNG--Night Thoughts.
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smiled !
n. MILTON— Comus. Line 249, Too low they build who build beneath the
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings
0. MILTON--Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110. Angels for the good man's sin,
Angel voices sung Weep to record, and blush to give it in. The mercy of their God, and strung CAMPBELL- Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. Their harps.
*Line 357. P. MOORE-Loves of the Angels. Third Angel visits, few and far between.
Angel's Story. f. CAMPBELL- Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares
dividing. All my fears are laid aside,
q. Rogers-Human Life. If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died !
And flights of angels sing thce to thy rest. g. LONGFELLOW-Footsteps of Angels.
r. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. The good one, after every action closes Angels are bright still, though the brightest His volume, and ascends with it to God.
We hold the keys of Heaven within our And leaves a line of white across the page.
hands, Now if my act be good, as I believe,
The gift and heirloom of a former state, It cannot be recalled. It is already
And lie in infancy at Heaven's gate, Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accom- |
Transfigured in the light that streams along plished.
the lands! The rest is yours.
Around our pillow's golden ladders rise, h. LONGFELLOW-Christus, The Golden
And up and down the skies,
The angels come, and go, the Messengers of All God's angels come to us disguised;
God! Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,
t. STODDARD—Hymn to the Beautiful. One after other lift their frowning masks,
St. 3. And we behold the seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
U. BURNS-- Tam O'Shanter. Line 5.
But curb thon the high spirit in thy breast, Through the low doorway of my tent;
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof The tent is struck, the vision stays ;
From sharp contentions. I only know she came and went.
V. BRYANT's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX. j. LOWELL- She Came and Went.